I can’t help but think of the people who once grabbed the wheel and tooled down the road, sailed across vast waters, hopped a bus, or took to the rail. To work, to school, to the grocery, to Christmas dinner with the family. I wonder where my first car, an old green Dodge Polara with a dirty white vinyl top, is now? It was huge and ugly, but it got me where I needed to go for several years. It had a serious issue with overheating that no mechanic could ever solve. The only recourse was to drive with the heat on high, year-round. It was a killer in Indiana through July and August every year. I wonder, did someone resolve that issue and restore the car? Or more likely, is it slowly rusting into nothingness in a junkyard somewhere in central Indiana? I’ll never know and it doesn’t really matter. All these vehicles mattered to someone at some time, but no longer.
Battered by time…
How sad is this? A whole city on the brink of becoming a ghost town.
The first two images are wholly fascinating to me. A Civil War romance tale could be easily woven around this lost and abandoned ship.
Further down, the image of the ship in the middle of what appears to be a desert is bizarre, yet scary. How did the vast Aral Sea just dry up? I don’t know, but it’s happened repeatedly throughout the many millenniums of this planet’s existence. You can see that many of the vessels in this Sadly, Utterly Abandoned set have become beached by receding waters. Who knows when the tides will turn and all bodies of water that have slowly been ebbing away will be fully restored? No one on Earth can predict the future.
For some reason, abandoned amusement parks have more of an apocalyptic feel than other places or things. Giggles and grins are silenced and wiped away; screams of delight hauntingly echo in the derelict spaces. The thrill of adventure now only half-forgotten memories of a time long ago.